Monday, March 10, 2014

Gone Fishin'




For some reason, I've been thinking about those Saturday mornings from my childhood. The ones where the sky was a perfect blue and the sun shone brightly. On any such Saturday, Dad would look at my little sister and me and ask, "Wanna go fishing?"  Yes - we most certainly did. We followed him out to the backyard to dig for worms.

Mom packed snacks while Dad got the fishing gear ready. We helped in our own little way. Then the four of us piled in the car and headed out. We had our choices of fishing places. Often we would go to the lake where Dad could rent a little rowboat. The sun turned the lake into millions of diamonds and we dangled our hands over the side, scattering them in our wake.

Sometimes he steered the car to a different lake. He would park, and we would all pitch in to carry all of our necessary things down to the water's edge. Once Mom had been settled in her lawn chair with her Good Housekeeping magazines in her lap, we got down to business.

Dad baited our hooks (As I got older I learned to bait my own hook. I felt so proud. Apparently I didn't have much sympathy for the plight of the poor worm.) and cast our lines in the water. Once he got his own line in, we sat companionably watching the little red and white bobbers for any sign of fishy activity.

Poor Dad didn't get to sit for long periods of time. Every time we reeled in our lines, he'd get up and cast them out again. Sometimes I did it all by myself. However, this often made it necessary for Dad to get up yet again. I had a real knack for getting my line caught in the overhanging branches.

I can close my eyes and remember how I felt on those quiet, lazy Saturdays. A special feeling lay all around us. My Mom quietly reading, my little sister and Dad beside me, the sun dancing on the water and the gentle breeze.

I didn't know then that it was peace. I didn't know our hearts were being knit together in a way only love can do. But God knew. He surrounded me with precious gifts I treasure to this day. I understand now how priceless and all too rare those gifts were.

Just a simple Saturday by the lake. Just everything to a little girl.

Joining dear Laura for Playdates With God

 


Blessings,
Linda

23 comments:

Ann Kroeker said...

This peaceful, magical scene captures a childhood we all dream of: "The sun turned the lake into millions of diamonds and we dangled our hands over the side, scattering them in our wake."

I feel I'm right there with you, baiting the hook, tangling the line, sticking my hand in the water and watching it scatter diamonds.

Ann Parker said...

I've been a faithful reader of your blog for a long time now. I've often thought that you and I have so much in common. We're both married to our sweethearts for about the same number of years (for me 46 years in April), we are about the same age (I'm 67), We both like the same kind of gospel music, we both are interested in writing (although my interest is not nearly as strong as yours and I'm not anywhere near your ability), We both struggle with not being good enough and wanting to please everyone, and I even noticed the other day that you like the TV show "Call the Midwife" which happens to be one of my favorites. However, today I found a division in our personalities. I used to go fishing with my dad too. I had the sweetest daddy who LOVED to fish. He tried to take my sister and me, but I hated it as much as he loved it. The only thing I liked was the baloney sandwich. I never got used to that worm thing and the cricket bait was ABSOLUTELY out for me. I have never been able to tolerate any bug. My memories of those fishing trips are spiders everywhere, hot sun and, hate to tell Daddy, "um, I'm hung AGAIN." Other than the sandwich and coke, the only good thing was when he pulled the rope and started that motor and we were heading to the bank. I really like to read your blog. You are a blessing to me EVEN IF YOU LIKE FISHING. :)

Linda said...

Oh Ann, this makes me smile. I think it's great that we have so much in common. I'm 67 too, although I'm not quite sure how that happened. Do you have grandchildren? I really did love fishing with my Dad. But I confess I have never mastered taking the fish off the hook by myself.
Thank you so much for visiting and for taking the time to write
You're a blessing to me too.

Linda said...

Thank you Ann. I can't tell you what a blessing you are to me. We'll have to go fishing some time.

S. Etole said...

So easily envisioning these childhood memories and what a gift they must have been to all of you.

Ann Parker said...

Yes Linda, I do have grandchildren. Our oldest son has two girls (16 and 14), and our youngest son has six (four boys and two girls--12, 10, 8, 7, 4, and 1).

Anonymous said...

Oh my! I recently wrote a piece for the High Calling about fishing! And you are so true in saying "just everything to a little girl". I, too, have memories of fishing with my dad. I cherish them. Last summer, we had the incredible privilege of purchasing a lake cabin. My kids spent hours upon hours fishing with daddy, making stick poles and reeling in dozens of silly sunfish. These are moments that will build into them. Loved stopping here - found you through Laura Bogess.

Linda said...

I'm so glad you took the time to visit Alyssa. You're right. Your husband is creating lasting memories and building something in them that is priceless. Thank you for your sweet comment.

diana said...

Love you new space, Linda - and love this post. Those memories are the best, aren't they?

lil red hen said...

Linda, thanks for telling me your new address! I don't want to lose touch with you either!
This story made me think of catching my first fish, although we didn't go fishing much. My cousin and I fished in the branches for crawdads.

Laura Boggess said...

Linda, your new space is absolutely lovely! It captures your gentle spirit and sweet heart perfectly! Just gorgeous. And that last bit you say here? About it being peace? Isn't that what these sweet memories bring us? Just a little glimpse of kairos. Love you.

Thoughts for the day said...

First of all your blog is beautiful...I love the soft look and the tea cup and flowers. It is very inviting and calls out 'want a cup of tea?'
Second...your wonderful memory is amazing. How precious that you have those special moments to look back on and say "yes it was good and sweet." wonderful.

Linda said...

They are especially meaningful as my parents are now in their nineties. Thank you Susie.

Linda said...

Thank you sweet friend. It is always a joy to hear from you.

Linda said...

Thank you so much. Your words are so kind and encouraging. I'm glad you stopped by. It's great to meet you.

David Rupert said...

I spent more time untangling my kids lines than I did fishing. I grumbled. I even swore.

What I would do for those days again

Linda said...
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Linda said...

They go by far too quickly, don't they David? I'll bet there were lots of fun memories even with those tangled lines.

Linda said...

They are Diana. Thank you so much. Ann and Sophie did a great job.

Linda said...

Sounds like fun Charlotte. I'm so glad you found me!

Linda said...

We do too - seven perfectly precious "grands."

diana said...

I tried to subscribe to this new blog, but Feedburner tells me I'm already subscribed to the old one. Hmmmm.....And I got your old one today with a message that you're no longer there. I'll just keep watching to see if this one shows up in my inbox, I guess.

Twiz C said...

Linda, I love the new look and how exciting that you've written a mystery book. Can't wait to read it... Meanwhile will continue to enjoy your words on your lovely new blog.